Today I said goodbye to M.B. Last night I said goodbye to J.G. I started my year off with goodbyes. That can't be good.

I'm sad he's gone. His plane left at 3pm or so and then landed in what, 30 minutes. He flew home on my lunch break. To me that's not really travel. When I go home to visit it takes me 5 hours flying time. So I didn't get to wonder where in the air he was. Before I could even be wistful he was already home and unpacked (well I know he's not unpacked and probably won't be for months, I'm just making a point.) To me he doesn't seem that far away but he makes it so.

Goodbye my sweet Mr. Perfectly Beautiful. Until next time.